color and needles break the skin   pain the perception desired on the outside so the art   can obscure unpleasant truth that's within   slow addiction drowns out the regret   the things that you cannot change, all the empty pain   is burned away in blinding lights of blue and red      what do you see?   what do you see now?   in the pretty pictures that blanket the self you disavow      you can decorate but it's never enough   no, it's never enough   you can saturate but it's never enough   no, it's never enough   for your cannon canvas      separation of self and stain   the truth and habitual charades have become just shades   a monochrome rendition of yourself you maintain      [pre chorus]   [chorus]      she is busy and alone   popular without a home   energetic, dead inside   i would not have survived      [chorus]